March 8, 2017

Birdsong was all I could hear when I woke up. A chorus of melodies and harmonies, interrupted now and again by the crow of a rowdy magpie. Turning over, I heard the sound of a tractor rumble past; music from the driver’s radio floating out the window. A dog barked twice and a pheasant squawked back. My bedroom window suddenly blew open, making the curtains billow and the pages of my book blow open – the remnants of unruly Storm…